My trip to Itoigawa with Kurumi let me clear my head for a bit — and, honestly, reminded me how much of an idiot I am.
I mean, seriously, who in their right mind would choose Itoigawa for a beach trip... In fucking April, no less?
I'd never left Matsumoto before the V€xxx shoot, and somehow I didn't realize how much that's been shaping me… until now. And here I am, finally seeing what I've been missing.
But once I got back home, the high of being with Kurumi faded fast. Replaced by that sense of urgency. People were already talking, thinking Yabai won the beef.
No way I could just let that slide. Not by a long shot.
So, I started small. Posted a story on Insta — a meme of a talking trash can with the caption: "Yabai, this u??" — simple, direct, dripping with the right kind of shade.
Then I took it a step further. Went live for the first time ever. Pulled on a hoodie, threw on sunglasses and a bandana over my mouth. Full disguise mode.
"Yo, how's everyone doing today?" I started, voice low. "Nice Sunday, just got back from a trip, spent some cash, y'know how it goes. Uh… I'll wait a sec for more people to show up, then I gotta talk about this shit."
And just like clockwork, they came. 100 viewers at first, then 1k in two minutes, 5k by six. Not bad for a first live.
Anyway, the beef was literally all people talked about.
From "Yabai diss back when?"
to "Bro, Yabai cooked you,"
my comment section was on fire.
I watched the messages scroll for a few seconds, letting them talk.
Then I sighed.
"So," I said, leaning closer to the camera. "I know some of y'all think I'm just some pussy‑ass emo rapper who only knows how to diss idol girls, yeah, that's cute."
The chat exploded again.
"But here's the thing," I continued, my voice dropping a notch. "This whole beef with Yabai didn't start yesterday. It started with my track PXIN. First song after the Ai‑chan situation."
I paused, letting the silence stretch just enough.
"When I said, 'Fuck you and your gang, run a fade, you need six,' I wasn't even talking big. I was talking facts."
My jaw clenched under the bandana.
"This clown actually pulled up on me with six dudes. Six. Not online, not on some keyboard warrior shit. Real life shit."
The comments slowed for a second.
"So before you start typing 'Yabai cooked you,' maybe ask yourself why would someone need six people to deal with one guy?"
I paused for a second.
Then I smiled under the bandana, ready to drop the bombshell.
"Oh—and Yabai," I added casually, like it just crossed my mind. "If you're watching this… why don't you tell people how the seven of you ran like rats the moment my homie pulled up?"
For half a second, the chat froze.
Then it exploded.
Messages flooded the screen so fast they blurred into static.
CAP.
NO WAY.
BRO LYING.
YABAI RESPOND.
I watched it all without blinking.
"You're a bitch," I continued, my voice calm, almost bored. "If you really about it, fight me one on one, bozo. No backup. No squad. Just you and me."
I tilted my head slightly.
"And honestly?" I added, letting the words sink in. "You should change your name. Fuck 'Yabai', it doesn't fit you anymore."
The chat spiked again.
"Yakitori would suit you better."
I let the live end there. My clapback was just getting started.
Wasting no time, I called Tetsu.
"Yo. What's up, kid? Saw the live. Bro, you just buried that bozo. Proud of ya. But watch your back — idiots like that don't stay quiet," he said as soon as we connected.
"Yeah, figures. Next step is answering his diss, but before I hit the studio, how much do you know about this guy?" I asked.
"Quite a bit, actually. I'll send you everything when I'm free," he said.
I wanted to just say 'Okay' and hang up, but Tetsu wasn't done.
"Oh, and don't forget, kid. All the things I do for ya… one day, I'll need your help too," he said, a subtle edge in his voice.
Got it.
"I know, man. I'm ride-or-die, remember?" I shrugged, trying to keep it cool.
Tetsu laughed, hearty and easy.
"Be seein' ya, kid."
The line went dead.
Some time later, Tetsu finally sent the info.
Not just rumors. Not just screenshots.
Everything.
Every detail I needed to understand who Yabai really was—and how fragile his image actually was.
I scrolled through the files in silence, my expression unreadable.
And what I found in that pile of filth… made something inside me snap.
Yabai wasn't just trash. He was the kind of filth people feared so much they pretended he didn't exist.
Domestic violence. Sexual assault. Death threats meant to keep former girlfriends quiet after they dared to leave him.
The proof was undeniable.
Videos. Photos. Messages. Voices shaking with fear. Bruises hidden behind makeup. Lies stitched together with intimidation.
I clenched my fists.
So this was the real Yabai.
A coward who hid behind his gang, his fame, and the fear he planted in others.
And for the first time since the beef started, I stopped seeing him as an opponent.
I saw him as a target.
Trash that needed to be taken out so people could finally stop suffering.
Humiliating him publicly wasn't enough.
Not anymore.
Not after what I'd seen.
If people kept suffering because of him, then silence wasn't an option.
I'll reveal everything in the diss track — every bruise, every rape, every death threat he made to shut his exes up — and leak the proof piece by piece until his image is damaged beyond repair.
Yabai's career ends here.
His life ends here.
Because this bozo crossed the wrong fucking guy.
But I realized something fast.
Until I exposed him, people were already convinced Yabai destroyed me.
And that stupid narrative?
That's exactly what I had to push back against — not just online, but in real life too.
Even at school.
During break, the classroom was loud as usual. Chairs scraping, phones buzzing, voices overlapping.
"Yo, did you guys hear?" Mori shouted from the back of the room. "Forsaken got cooked by Yabai."
He turned toward me with a smug grin, like he landed a clean hit.
I just thought he looked like a pathetic clown.
"Eh… that's not really how it went, though," Inazuki said, scrolling on her phone, barely looking up.
Mori frowned. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean," she shrugged, voice lazy, almost bored, "wasn't it like six guys on one? That's not exactly a 'win,' is it?"
A couple of people nearby slowed down, listening.
Mori clicked his tongue. "Still lost, didn't he?"
Inazuki tilted her head slightly.
"Maybe. But getting jumped and running away are kinda different things, no?"
She went back to her phone like the conversation wasn't even that important.
"Besides…" Suzuki cut in, crossing her arms. "Yabai dragging Forsaken's family into it was a low blow."
Mori scoffed.
"Huh?! Then what about Forsaken's diss on Ai-chan? He said some pretty disgusting stuff too, didn't he?"
Yeah.
I did.
And Suzuki slapped me for it back then.
Her eyes flickered toward me for a split second, then she looked away like she'd noticed herself doing it.
"Tch… I know that," she snapped, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "I'm not saying he was right, okay?"
She clicked her tongue, clearly annoyed at having to explain herself.
"But there's a difference," she continued, voice sharper now. "Talking trash in a diss is one thing. Dragging someone's family into it is just pathetic."
A murmur of approval rippled through the classroom.
"Yeah," Kenta added, scratching the back of his head. "I gotta admit… Yabai kinda went too far on that one."
Mori's face fell.
"Besides…" a girl whose name I didn't quite catch chimed in, trying—and failing—to hide her grin. "Forsaken calling Yabai 'Yakitori' on that live was funny as hell."
A few people laughed.
The loudmouth shut up.
And me? I waited through every dragging class, counting the minutes. When the last period rolled around, I didn't even bother staying. I skipped it, heading straight for the recording booth at the bar.
I grabbed the mic and let the bars do the work.
"I ain't feeling like I'm going on a track, bruh, I'm going through a file
Cause if Diddy and Epstein had a child
It's fucking name would be Yabai
You a tough guy?
Maybe with the gang by your side
Or maybe with the girls, you a dyke
In a one on one, I'd fold you till you beg for your life
You a ghost in the stu, call you Casper the fake
Curl around all your girls, choke em up like a snake
Kids cuisine chef and you baking some cakes?
Think you's a big fish, you gon drown in the lake
You gon choke with the weight
Of the world finding out about all yo threats
How you'd beat up your girls then you'd promise em death
That Uzi you mentioned? Use it wise, shoot yourself"
I put down the mic.
Now let the world hear.